Having been lifted out of the atmosphere of suspicion, she felt she could safely enter it again.
“I was not quite candid with you when I asked you to keep me out of the dreadful tragedy because of the way I would be talked about,” she said, placing a penitent and appealing hand on his arm. “There are other reasons—one other reason at least—why I do not want it known I was at Cliff Farm to-night.”
He was prepared to shield her if she was prepared to take the risk of being shielded.
“That alters the case,” he said. “My reluctance to keep your name out of it arose from the fear that you did not realize the risk you would run.”
“I realize it,” she said. “And I wish to thank you for pointing it out so clearly. But it is a risk I must take.”
“In that case you can rely on me.”
“You will keep my name out of it?” she asked.
“I will tell no one,” he replied.